Rebecca Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Anyways, whores fascinate me – creepy, sexy, sad, all at once! Like *Let the Right One In*, it’s dark but ya can’t look away. Love em, hate em, they’re part of the mess, ya know? *nasally* “Come in, stay with me!” – that’s what they’d say, reelin ya in! Me? I’m stayin outta that trap, honey – learned my lesson! *The Nanny laugh again* HAHAHAHA! Whores, what a trip!

Let's Hear It For The Orchestra

Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Group behind Inn at Altamont proposal announces partnership with local colleges, universities